Letters from War . . .

I never realize how lucky I really am. My parents, no matter how quirky, annoying, overprotective, and unreasonable they are, I am truly blessed to have them with me, something I take advantage of every day. I never really appreciate all they do for me. They sacrifice so much, and what do I do? Sometimes I ignore them, sometimes I don't do what they say, at least I don't talk back, thank goodness, or I would be royally screwed. I love them, sure, but I don't think I've told them in a LOOONNNGGG time.

You may be wondering why I'm writing this. You see, I accompany on piano for my school's chorus, and one of the soloist's songs was called Letters from War by Mark Schultz. I began learning the piano part, and tonight, I just took the time to look at the lyrics and look the song up on YouTube. And, oh my goodness, I seriously almost cried, and I never cry. If you don't know the song, I suggest you look it up, and watch the music video. It's so beautiful and heartwarming. But as I was listening, it made me think. A lot. Here's this mother who would do anything to have her son back, and here I am, basically "[biting] the hand that feeds [me]." I can't believe how cruel I've really been. My parents don't deserve this kind of treatment. And I intend to treat them the way they should be treated.

If you know anyone close to you who's in a war, I am praying for your loved ones. From what I've seen (my friend's dad is in the Navy), it's very scary and anxious when someone you love is in a war. I only have a few cousins and uncles oversees, but no one that I'm very close to. This song has changed me, and it can change you too.

God bless you all.